I hear your voice way down inside
whispering sea of towering trees but no reply
silence so rare and more than I can stand
Sweeps like a flood through life's flesh and blood
And steals away with its heart

If I'm losing you, then there's nothing more that I can say
The fighting is on and battles are won or thrown away
But if I could live safe and sound
In God given fields or mountains of steel
Then here I'd stay till you'd gone

Guilty of stealing every thought I own
I will take my turn to fight the bull fight
Every word's sunk in deep
Like the blades of a knife through my heart
But my strength will return to fight the bull fight

As [bad word] to show
I'm told nothing more than I should know
ship on the sea that threatens to leave but never goes
This island of blue, where life clings to your hands like water and sand
Will loose its way when you're gone

When all's forgiven, still every fault's my own
I will take my turn to fight the bull fight
Say a prayer for my release
When every hope in the world is asleep
And my strength will return to fight the bull fight